One girl...three guys...all in Slytherin House, 7th year. Throw friendship, jealousy, and a prophecy into the mix and the world goes haywire! How much drama can Hogwarts take? What happens when they graduate? Nothing good; you can be certain.

Evelynn McKale sits by Blaise Zabini at the Slytherin table for her
seventh year at Hogwarts.

Evelynn McKale has straight, medium brown hair and vivid violet eyes.
Blaise, Draco and she have been best friends for as long as she can
remember. Ever since she first saw Blaise, she had always had a
little crush on him. In their fourth year at Hogwarts, they got
together and are still going strong.

"Hey, babe," he greets, slipping his arm around her waist.

"Hey," she replies, kissing him on the quickly on the
cheek. Draco acknowledges her by looking at her for a second,
slightly smiling, and looking back to his plate. He seems a little
bored.

"Wait.
There's nothing on his plate,"
Evelynn realizes.

Evelynn sighs. How anyone could be so engrossed in an empty plate,
Eve would never know.

"What? That's all I get?" Blaise asks jokingly.

Evelynn rolls her eyes playfully, as if he was a silly child. With
two fingers, she reaches over, pulls his head towards her, and their
lips meet. He licks her lip for admission into her mouth. She grants
access and he nearly shoves his tongue down her throat. She pulls
away.

"Now, now, let's not go too far."

He chuckles and looks at her skeptically. He gets over it and smirks.
"Now that's what I'm talking about."

Draco, who is still staring emotionlessly at his plate, rolls his
eyes. "Would you two get a room?"

Evelynn rolls her eyes, and then gets fed up with Draco. "What
is up with you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, what is so interesting about an empty plate?" she
clarifies.

"The - uh - embroidery on - on the edge. The details!" he
exclaims. Evelynn notices a slight note of sarcasm in his voice, or
is it the uncharacteristically low volume of his voice?

She glances down at her own. "It's a floral pattern, Draco. Are
you becoming gay?" Blaise and Eve find her comment very funny.
They laugh and exchange a high five. Draco, on the other hand, thinks
otherwise. His eyes narrow and glare daggers and his cheeks turn pink
out of anger or is it embarrassment? Or both?

Draco opens his mouth to retort, but is cut off by the headmaster
starting the Sorting. Evelynn looks up at the staff table to see
known Death Eaters as teachers and Snape as their headmaster.

"Snape?" she exclaims, shocked, yet impressed.

"Yup," Draco confirms, immediately lightening up and
positioning his oh-so-famous smirk in his lips. He straightens up
from his contracted position and cracks his knuckles. Not menacingly,
but just like he is relaxing. "My father put in a good word for
him on the school board. They saw fit and summoned him to the
position of headmaster."

"About time. That old fool, Dumbledore, underestimated Snape.
I'm glad he got the position he deserves," Evelynn praised.
"Although, I'm not quite sure about the Death Eaters."

Snape then begins his speech. "Welcome new and old students. As
the old students are aware, Dumbledore is incapable of returning this
year. So, I, Severus Snape, known by you as Professor Snape, am now
addressed as Headmaster Snape."

"Someone's
full of themselves."

"Doesn't have that nice of a ring to it, does it?" Evelynn
whispers to her friends thoughtfully.

"Yeah," they murmured in agreement in a realizing tone.

Snape then introduced each teacher and the subject each taught. The
teachers raised their hands or nodded their heads in acknowledgement
to identify each other as each was named. Apparently, the heavy set
woman, named Professor Alecto Carrow, is the new Potions master, and
her twin brother, Professor Amycus Carrow, is the new Defense Against
the Dark Arts teacher.

"If you have any issues at all, come to me or your Head of
House. Head of Gryffindor is Professor McGonnagal, Ravenclaw is
Professor Flitwick, Hufflepuff is Professor Sprout, and Slytherin is
Professor Amycus Carrow. Any questions?" Without waiting for an
answer, he rushed on. "Good. Your schedules will be handed out
tomorrow morning at breakfast. Good night."

By the announcement, Evelynn knew that this year was going to be very
different and very interesting. Hogwarts will never be the same
again.

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